I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

When does healthy love become nothing but unhealthy obsession?
UPDATE: After surgery, maybe I’ll eventually start feeling better
Narcissists set themselves up for miserable lives and lonely deaths
My endorsement goes to the man who can make coercive state work
How can I make sense of a world that’s fundamentally nonsensical?
It’s hard to ‘get over it’ if pain of abuse turns to rage against self
Will Honduras establish the first modern free city? It’s possible
Briefly: Sufjan Stevens album always evokes old feelings about my mother
Telling others how to escape is easier than setting myself free